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Chapter 72 Players' Plum Street

"It's amazing, it's amazing!"

Anton, the brain robot, carefully lowered the body of the leader of the Fire Gang from the top of the car.

"Look at how fresh this is, it's still a warm corpse." It turned around, and the mechanical hand began to imitate human trembling, "What a delicious experimental material! The taste is perfect!"

The cute man asked, "Anton, what do you mean... taste?"

"Ah," the mind-controlled robot pulled its portable test bench, "it's a mistake in the vocabulary. You know, I only have a part of my brain left, and sometimes my five senses get confused, but it's not a big deal."

It stretched out two soft mechanical arms, hugged the cute man, and looked at him with four electronic eyes: "Thank you, player! Mission evaluation: perfect!"

The cute man stared at the pink brain that was close at hand, feeling a little restless.

[Brain robot Anton transfers 125 Groschen to you]

Anton turned around and hugged the smoker with two mechanical arms: "Thank you too!"

The smoker was expressionless.

The Brain-Bot turned around again and saw Tudou Girl pulling out a gun at it.

"Oh, this hurts my heart too much, Tudou girl," the brain-machine man put down the two mechanical arms that were about to embrace, "How can you raise a gun at a friendly NPC? We are so familiar with each other."

Tudou girl put away her gun: "If it weren't for you, you would always be extremely rigid. I really doubt that you were played by an employee of the production company."

"Employee? You underestimate me!" Brainbot twisted his thick metal waist like a trash can, "I'm at least a manager, do you understand?"

Potato girl pouted.

"There's another one, eh?" In the field of vision of the brain-machine man, he didn't see the nickname on the top of the player's head, so this is an aborigine in this world. "Hello, are you here to apply for a volunteer to dissect the object?"

Numbers flashed in Shen Ruoxue's eyes: "Cute boy, Tudou girl, what the hell is this?"

"Okay, Anton," the cute boy stood up, "Stop scaring people, and start working."

Brainbot's four electronic eyes all drooped down, and then one of them lifted up.

The electronic eye is less than two centimeters away from the cute man's nose: "Judgment: This person lacks a sense of humor. A boring, rigid, and boring soul."

Its chassis turned, and its head looked at the corpse of the leader of the Fire Gang: "I have two research directions, and it is best to proceed at the same time. I will let this material open my mind and open my mind, so is anyone willing to stay and help me? "

The players shook their heads collectively.

……

Once, the players almost cut down the street trees on Plum Street.

Now, when they play here for a long time, those bare stumps look too ugly.

So, they used their talents to dig out the stumps and plant others, or simply decorate the stumps.

On the wall-mounted TV next to the vending machine, a piece of news was playing.

[Male host]: It's time to come to the Meizi Street issue that everyone cares about the most.To be honest, gang changes on Plum Street happen from time to time, but it is really unprecedented that the Flying Potato Sect has brought such a big change.

On the news screen, there is a big difference between the previous Plum Street and the current one.

[Hostress]: Yes.Although the maintenance cost of Glory Company in the fourth district has increased this month, the number of vicious crimes has dropped significantly.According to the data, although the crimes caused by the members of the Flying Potato Sect have increased exponentially, they will always stop vicious crimes.In addition, the large-scale transfer of vagrants on Plum Street caused dissatisfaction in other areas.

[Male host]: Please look at the scene.

On the news, a large group of homeless men with bruised noses and swollen faces left Plum Street wiping away tears and carrying bags of things.

A homeless man was interviewed.

He was dirty, with snot and tears: "You company people don't understand! They are demons! They find someone to beat me at every turn, and they line up! One is finished, and the other is connected immediately. I don't even have a trash can. I don’t have time to read, I haven’t eaten any food, and there are people everywhere who want to beat me up!”

Voiceover: "Why did they beat you?"

The homeless man cried, "How do I know! Those members of the Flying Potato God Cult are all cyber-psychopaths! There will always be a group of people who say that they want to be street gangsters, and they will fight with someone after they finish talking. Ah! I am so miserable !"

He wiped away another tear.

[Male host]: After interviews, it was discovered that quite a few members of the Flying Potato God Cult dream of becoming street gangsters. They say this is a profession.Sorry, I don't understand when punking became a profession, but they're obviously proud of it.

[Female host]: The entertainment video produced by Feitian Potato God Sect has been widely welcomed in the entire area of ​​Giant Spirit City.Due to several incidents of company employees playing videos during working hours and delaying work, Giant Spirit Glory has recently issued a new regulation: company employees are prohibited from watching videos during working hours; at the same time, a note has been added: Giant Spirit Building Inside, entertainment videos are prohibited and violators will be fined.

[Male Host]: We also invited a member of the Flying Potato God Cult.He has appeared several times in entertainment videos.

On the screen in the news, a barren desert is obviously wasteland.

Brother Zhu Jun was wearing a pair of sunglasses, a shirt with colorful patterns and short sleeves on his upper body, a pair of beach pants that exposed his knees on his lower body, and a pair of flip-flops on his feet.

Beside him, three mutants with severed heads staring at their blood-red eyes were particularly ferocious.

"Interview me? Okay," Zhu Junxiong said with a smile, "What do you want to ask?"

Reporter: "Is there any special significance to the entertainment videos spread by your Feitian Potato Sect?"

Brother Zhu Jun first lowered his head, then raised his head, his face full of confidence: "I think it's love!"

"Love?" The reporter was puzzled.

"Love!" Brother Zhu Jun began to talk nonsense in a serious manner, "Love is a question that every human being should think about. In the video of our Feitian Potato God Sect, the love between people and people, the love between people and wasteland, the love between people and The love of mutants, and the love between mutants."

He cut out a thin piece of deformed meat with a knife and placed it on the hot pot.

The meat slices sizzled in a short time, the edges were raised, and the meaty aroma was tangy.

"Look," Zhu Jun picked up the sliced ​​meat with a fork, blew it, dipped it in the poisonous sauce made of ground poisonous scorpions, and put it in his mouth, "The love between me and this mutant , beyond the eyes of the world, beyond the ethics of the world, so beautifully and sincerely integrated."

He swallowed the piece of meat and continued: "This is our most sincere contact. I stretched out my tongue and collided with the fattest meat on its body, letting this piece of meat rotate on the tip of my tongue. Covering up and facing each other frankly, isn't this a supreme love?"

The reporter wanted to ask something else, but couldn't get a word out.

Although I can't understand it, it looks great.

[Female host]: Romeo, what do you think this person of the God religion wants to express?
[Male host]: Juliet, I used to think that he just wanted to express a desire for food; but now I feel that I am superficial.Although his movements are simple, there is a different kind of wisdom in his words.I think this is also what he said, a kind of love!
(End of this chapter)